There really is not more love nor is there less love. Yes, I know it seems that way, and sometimes it can even seem on the Earthly plane that there is no love, no love at all, neither love to give nor love to receive. Yet love can never go extinct, beloveds. It cannot dry up, and yet love is not to be preserved but spent. To keep up with itself, love has to flow. It has to flow until the whole world swims in love.

When you feel love for another, you are feeling good about yourself.

Everyone knows that feeling love for another is not a deliberate act. Certainly, love in your heart for another can grow. Love does grow, love can grow even from where love was not, yet love cannot be assigned. Love takes root in your heart of its own accord. Love cannot be made to happen. Love in your heart is a beautiful sprout that grows in this direction or that as it wills.